Summoning Infinite Movie

"There are photocopies of the professor's notes in the college's database." Pickled Fish opened the college's database website, and quickly sifted through the database with keyword searches.

The shape of the cloth pattern is very abstract, but he can still extract key elements from it: "vines with thorns, lotus in bloom, fire, claws..."

Duan Geng sat on the sofa and nodded frequently, as quickly as a chicken pecking rice: "Thailand has a long history with Buddhism, and it is very normal for related elements to appear on fabrics."

Cang Cang didn't think it was normal: "Including the white cloth under the corpse?"

Editor Cui seemed to remember something, and turned his attention to his own author: "The novel you wrote before is set in Thailand. It tells the story of an accident when a psychic casts a spell and the resurrection of the dead?"

"Tell me about it!" Cang Cang asked curiously.

Duan Geng tilted his head and thought about it.

He didn't go into details, but simply introduced a few words about the background of the story: "...Generally speaking, in stories with such a background, the essence of 'resurrection' is to attach people's souls to things in this world. The most classic method It is a psychic, a dialogue with the dead by summoning departed or wandering spirits to attach themselves to living things."

Pickled Fish rummaged through the information while participating in the conversation: "This kind of 'resurrection' has one thing in common, that is, the attachment process is very short, basically an instant after the spell is completed."

Without his report, the four people who had not yet been present had been completely excluded from the discussion.

Cang Cang raised his chin: "There is a feeling that the final right of interpretation belongs to the psychic. Then, if the person in Xiao Ji's photo waits longer, will he return to human form and be resurrected later?"

She opened her mind, and described to everyone what might happen in the photos she made up in her brain - the dead body was completely restored to human form, the dead were revived, and then spent her youth, adolescence, and childhood backwards in the photo, and then returned to the world. into the mother's womb.

Editor Cui punctured the delusion of female Internet celebrities: "The eighteen photos in Teacher Ji's album are more like the process of decaying corpses. If this is a group of photos that are updated every day, the last photos that appear are likely to record The scene when the deceased was just killed."

Jiang Jibei's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the photos of various corpses in Southeast Asia released by the mysterious account.

An ominous premonition rose in his heart. When the corpse fully recovered its human form, some irreversible things might happen.

Chi Xian didn't participate in the discussion. He stood beside the pickled fish and checked the information in the notes with him.

The professor's notes have a strong personal style, and the totems of detailed textual research are mixed with the totems recorded casually on the page, and there are flamboyant handwritten notes on the side.

Chi Xian looked at it for a while, and felt that the notes seemed to have an encryption effect, whether it was square characters or earthworm characters, he almost didn't recognize them all.

He took over the task of pickled fish and explained the situation to the discussion group.

Sauerkraut Fish had long been used to the professor's handwriting, so he skipped the totem with detailed textual research, and searched for the corner records of the notes.

After a while, he spread the notebook in front of everyone: "I found it, it's in Keti Village*, Sesalo District, Thailand."

Everyone gathered in front of the notebook screen, and Pickle Fish enlarged the record page on the screen, and dragged the text in the lower right corner to the middle of the screen.

Cang Cang and Duan Geng nodded half-understanding: "Mmm..."

The pattern in the small photo is not clear. The professor copied the pattern on the corner of the note, and everyone can recognize it. Although it is not exactly the same, the identical rate with the dark pattern of the white cloth exceeds 90.00%.

Editor Cui hadn’t come into contact with such chic handwriting for a long time. After looking at it carefully for a while, he asked politely, “Is the word under the photo in the professor’s notes in Chinese?”

Chi Xian's slender finger pointed to the first line of the screen: "This is in Thai, record the location where the pattern was found. Seshaluo District, Keti Village."

That was all the text he could understand.

Pickled cabbage fish points to the text on the second line and after.

"This is Chinese.' A common pattern on the local fabric that wraps the body of the deceased who died unexpectedly. It is used to appease the soul of the deceased and let the deceased die peacefully. In the local cultural concept, if the deceased who died unexpectedly is not appeased, it will melt It is a ghost full of resentment, the pattern is printed on the fabric, and after wrapping the body, it can protect the deceased from the turbidity. The vines in the pattern imply blocking wandering souls, and the lotus is a Buddhist element, symbolizing holiness and peace.'”

Duan Geng's knowledge of Southeast Asian folklore is not as good as that of pickled fish, but he is very professional in the field of legends that are often used as the material of his works.

"In Thai legends, there is a ferocious evil spirit called 'phitaihong'. They are evil spirits born of sudden accidental death, and usually kill others by their own death. The village uses auspicious patterns To save the corpse, it may be influenced by such legends."*

Cang Cang doesn't know much about legends, but he is an expert in travel.

She checked the map on the spot: "By the way, I also have fans in Chiang Mai, Thailand. If we want to go to Thailand, we can go to Chiang Mai first. I found out that Seshaluo District is in Meihongshun Province, which is far away from Chiang Mai. Not far."

Although the time difference between inside and outside the movie is more than 100 years, Chi Xian has been in Southeast Asia for several years, and he is quite familiar with the terrain. As soon as he heard it, he knew that Cang Cang wanted to arrange the trip to find the circus as a vacation trip. Not far" mixed with a lot of water.

He shook his head at Jiang Jibei, and then asked him with his eyes, "Is there anything else to explain?"

Jiang Jibei nodded lightly, and put the phone screen and laptop screen together for everyone to observe: "Two sorting methods."

"Assume that the photo that appears first is the first in a series of photos. The meaning of the pattern is to allow the unnatural death to pass away peacefully. In this context, as time goes by, there are more and more flesh and blood on the white cloth. What is shown in that photo may be some kind of spiritism that we are not familiar with.

"Assuming that the photo of the person in the photo has just died is the first in a series of photos, this series of photos is a record of the natural decay process of the body."

The two sorting methods correspond to very different ideas, and no one dares to believe in either idea.

Cang Cang raised his hand like a student in class, blinked and said, "If you can't figure it out, let's go there and have a look for ourselves!"

Jiang Jibei also had the same idea: "The photo appeared after going to the circus, and most of it is related to the circus. In this trip to Southeast Asia, in addition to finding the strange circus, I also want to determine the source of the corpse in the photo."

"I'm afraid, I won't look for the corpse." Cang Cang said frankly.

The rest of the people were silent for a while, and they seemed to have their own considerations.

Jiang Jibei looked around for a week, and first fixed his eyes on the pickled fish: "Is this all the information recorded by the professor?"

"Yes." Sauerkraut Fish nodded, intercepted the information on the file, and thoughtfully sent it to the discussion group.

Flying his hands on the keyboard, he explained to the four people the information he had now investigated, and at the same time, he focused on two purposes, explaining to Jiang Jibei the shortcomings of the handwritten record.

"If the patterns in folk culture have similar prototypes, then the patterns presented will also have similarities. This kind of pattern should be recorded by the professor's team when they passed by the village. It is our luck to be able to determine the location. If we arrive If there is no clue found there, it is also a normal thing.

"The pattern recorded by the professor is [-]% similar to the pattern in the photo, but some elements are missing. For example, the fire and claws I mentioned at the beginning are not recorded in the professor's notes. If the village's pattern culture introduces new element, it is a good choice for me to go to record and collect folk songs.”

Pickled fish showed obvious interest.

Jiang Jibei turned his attention to Cang Cang: "Can you find Keti Village?"

Cang Cang swiped the screen and switched software constantly: "It should be a small village... It can't be seen at a glance on the map. How do you spell Keti in English? I can't type Thai, and I can't find it. I'd better go to a bigger place for comparison." All right?"

Jiang Ji turned north to look at Duan Geng.

"This photo looks like a murder scene. I am not looking for inspiration to die. I must go to the circus." Duan Geng expressed his attitude, "Since it is not certain that the photo has a specific connection with the circus, then It's better to go to the circus."

Without waiting for Jiang Jibei to consult, Editor Cui said first: "I will watch him, and I will go wherever he goes. Since the village is on the Myanmar-Thailand border, we can go to Myanmar together, and you can go to Thailand through the border."

Chi Xian naturally needless to say, he will follow Jiang Jibei to act together.

As for the two translators and a doctor who have not yet arrived, Jiang Jibei thought about it and felt that they were just ordinary supernatural lovers, and they should not be forced to participate in potentially dangerous actions.

A guide in Laos does not have to go to Thailand, and there is no need for extra complications.

Thinking of this, he had a thought, and immediately made an arrangement: "In this case, we can split up. I, Chi Xian and Pickle Fish will go to Keti Village to learn about the local customs and the origin of the patterns on the white cloth. If It's a criminal case and we're going to the police."

Chi Xian continued his words: "The remaining people, including the three who are still on the way, will go to Myanmar first to see if the circus is still in Yangon. If possible, find out their route of action. I, Jiang Jibei and Pickled Fish will also inquire about the circus information in Thailand after investigating the pattern. The soldiers will be divided into two groups, and two circus tour locations can be handled at one time—”

"Wait a minute!" Cang Cang suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Chi Xian's speech, "Daoist, Daoist, I just asked the fans, and I found something new!"

The Taoist priest stopped and waited quietly for her to speak.

Cang Cang showed his cell phone.

The information in the fan group fell like a meteor shower, and it was shocking that she was able to quickly extract effective information from it.

Cang Cang read out the information he thought was useful, and commented as he read it.

"It's a fan of Myanmar, 'The fourth uncle who does business at the border seems to have seen some strange-looking circus performers crossing the border'."

"'Are you really gone? I saw on Google Maps that the big circus tent is still in a park in Yangon. It wouldn't just be thrown away as garbage, what a waste!' Hmm...? The tents left behind are not Will someone clean it up? Did it just leave?"

"This fan is in Laos, 'My cousin who is studying in Laos said that her classmates found a circus in the downtown square recently', ah, how come I have never heard of this circus with such a big fanfare?"

"'That's right, my junior high school classmate and your cousin are in the same school, recognize your relatives!' That's great, the fan group is a place to connect people from all over the world, oh...'Although there is a circus in the downtown square, But every time I go there it’s closed, no one welcomes me, and the sign says that the show starts at midnight, I’m dying of laughter, who goes to the circus in the middle of the night!’”

Jiang Jibei, who walked into the circus in the middle of the night, took a gentle breath.

As a travel blogger in Southeast Asia, Cangcang has gained the attention of many foreign fans. During the discussion, she assigned the fans the task of inquiring about the circus.

Under her selfie offensive, the fans in the group were enthusiastically mobilized.

The news of a group of people is more informed than the information searched by one person. After a while, Cang Cang summed up the important information from the news flying all over the screen: "A group of people from the circus may still be in Yangon, and a group of people have already arrived in Laos. .”

Pickled fish simultaneously explained the situation in the discussion group. When the guide in Laos heard that the circus had arrived at his place, he immediately became excited: "Brother, come to Laos first?"

Hearing that the circus was in the square in the city center, several participants who were stuck on the road instantly felt safe.

The effect of text relay is not as direct as witnessing pictures.

But whether it is the horror picture outlined by Chi Xian in a few words, or the scene described in detail by pickled fish, coupled with the imagination of the human brain, whether it is two translators waiting at the airport or a doctor stuck on the road, even in the hustle and bustle In the bustling world, he was also forced into a cold sweat.

Jiang Jibei guessed right, and the three who were still on the road immediately said they were going to Laos to find a circus.

The team going to Myanmar also needs a translator. The combined Burmese language proficiency of Cang Cang, Editor Cui and his author can only allow them to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables smoothly.

After discussing for a while, everyone agreed to divide into three groups.

Jiang Jibei, Chi Xian and Suancaiyu went to Thailand to learn about the local folk customs and pattern culture in Keti Village.

Cang Cang, Editor Cui, Duan Geng and a translator went to Burma, and returned to the place where Jiang Jibei was live broadcasting to investigate the clues of the circus.

The rest of the people who were stuck on the road went to Laos to meet with the guide, and then went to the places mentioned by Cangcang fans to check out.

"There is still a small problem." After the discussion, Jiang Jibei smiled apologetically to everyone, "My passport can't be used. Is there any way for me to go abroad?"

Hearing this, Editor Cui raised his head and stared at him with interest: "If you have enough money, there will be a solution."

Pickled cabbage fish immediately said: "Money is not a problem."

"Then everything is not a problem." Editor Cui also expressed his position immediately.

Cang Cang smiled: "There are indeed a lot of smuggling businesses in Southeast Asia, but be careful of being trafficked by bad guys."

After solving his own problem, confirming that everyone's passports are within the validity period, and asking everyone to provide at least two contact methods, Jiang Jibei nodded and announced the end of the meeting.

Pickled cabbage fish put away the laptop, left the hotel address for Jiang Jibei, and left.

Duan Geng also wanted to discuss with Jiang Jibei the supernatural events he encountered during his live broadcasting career, but he was kicked out of the door by a middle-aged man who laughed dangerously just as he started.

After sending off Cang Cang who strongly invited Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian to live live broadcast together, the night fell on the window.

Looking at the time, it was already 07:30 at night.

It was the weekend, and the corridors were bustling with activity. Residents came home one after another, and the numbers on the elevator panel kept beating.

From time to time in the corridor, there was the sound of paws tapping the floor lightly. The memory in Jiang Jibei's mind told him that at this time of day, the neighbor would come down to walk the dog. The dog was black and white, and every time he met him, he would warmly wagging tail.

Seeing off Cang Cang, he stood in the corridor, looked left and right for a while, and found a few students standing at the door of the neighbor's house, they huddled together with laughter and laughter, waiting for their friends in the room to change into their date clothes.

Seeing Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian behind him, the eyes of the students straightened, then bent into gentle arcs, and when Jiang Jibei closed the door, they waved at him.

After closing the door, Jiang Jibei felt the heat in the breath of the young man behind him, and let out a long breath of relief.

Although he understands that this is only the stage of a movie, after discussing corpses, patterns and circuses, when he has made a plan and is about to execute it, he suddenly glimpses a corner of the world full of fireworks. In the world.

He opened his arms, imagining that he was a crane about to fly to the Snow Country, and let gravity pull him backwards.

Sure enough, without even feeling the wind, he fell into a warm embrace.

Jiang Jibei raised his head, and the back of his head touched Chi Xian's collarbone.

The young man's collarbone draws two beautiful arcs, which is pleasing to the eye from a distance, but when you look closer, you can feel that the bones are as hard as iron.

Just like the stitches on Chi Xian's real body, just rubbing them lightly makes him feel flustered.

Chi Xian also looked down at him, Jiang Jibei's face was reflected in his blue eyes.

They didn't speak, and only the noise of the students at the neighbor's door could be heard in the room.

Jiang Jibei slowly regained his soul, and began to worry about other things: "Pork Belly Chicken... I broke her up last night, and I haven't told Pickle Fish yet."

Chi Xian comforted in a low voice: "She is a tough person, even if she becomes a ghost, she won't dissipate easily."

Such consolation is really not reassuring, Jiang Jibei reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth: "You have only known her for a few days? Are you sure?"

Unable to make any promises on this point, Chi Xian had no choice but to change the subject and ask in a pretentious manner, "Are you hungry?"

Looking at each other, the two understood, went to the bathroom to wash their hands together, and prepared to go out for dinner.

Jiang Jibei glanced at his mobile phone, and pickled cabbage fish sent a message, saying that he had already boarded the car back to the hotel. Editor Cui said that the passport and other documents had been completed, and they would be sent to his home tomorrow morning.

"Ah Xian, the fake passport is ready, shall we go to Thailand tomorrow?" He turned his head and asked Chi Xian.

"Well, I've prepared my luggage, and I can leave after I take it."

"Then I have to pack my luggage tonight."

"I'll help you."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, just go where you want to eat."

Jiang Jibei frowned almost inaudibly. Most people usually give such an answer in two situations, either perfunctory or sweet talk, but Chi Xian is different, he just tells the truth.

Due to the pain caused by the sequelae of the operation, Chi Xian has no spare energy to feel the taste of food, even in a virtual movie.

Jiang Jibei went to the door and waited for him: "The access control is stuck in the coffee table cabinet."

Chi Xian opened the drawer: "I got it."

It was rare for him to raise his head briskly, but the next second it was like falling into an ice cave, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen instantly.

I don't know when it appeared, I don't know where it came from, there is no sign, and there is no sound.

Pork Belly Chicken stood behind Jiang Jibei with a rotten face, his mouth was as deep as a black hole opened wide, and his bloody hands were already on his shoulders!

The author has something to say: Remarks:

(1) *Koti Village: a place invented by the author.

(2) *phitaihong: secluded Taikang, a ghost in Thai legend who died suddenly and tragically with great resentment.

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Come back for an update!No pitfalls, I asked for leave because I encountered some troubles in real life, and I have been sick all the time, so I just stopped and breathed a sigh of relief quq

In addition, because I was dissatisfied with the plot of the original updated chapters 93-99, the entire dungeon [-] was overturned and rewritten. It is necessary to read it from the beginning to continue the subsequent plot. I apologize for the inconvenience caused to everyone, and bow down.

Strive to finish the text this month!